"And?" Foster looks... well, his face doesn't show much, honestly. But he's feeling something... something like disgust. Contempt?
Anger?
He gets it--he knows what she's thinking. Every second she spends up here is one second she's closer to being rescued. She has seconds to spare in her life. Or at least enough that she thinks she has them to waste.
But she doesn't. He moves to run his hand back through his half-wild hair again, but then knots his fingers in it again, a tangled fistful he isn't quite pulling.
"I know my opinion is... worthless. Garbage. But..." He lets go, runs his hand back through his hair again. He's locked eyes with her, and doesn't break it the entire time.
"You should remember that every second you spend waiting here is a second you could have spent down there." Doing something. Living.
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Anger?
He gets it--he knows what she's thinking. Every second she spends up here is one second she's closer to being rescued. She has seconds to spare in her life. Or at least enough that she thinks she has them to waste.
But she doesn't. He moves to run his hand back through his half-wild hair again, but then knots his fingers in it again, a tangled fistful he isn't quite pulling.
"I know my opinion is... worthless. Garbage. But..." He lets go, runs his hand back through his hair again. He's locked eyes with her, and doesn't break it the entire time.
"You should remember that every second you spend waiting here is a second you could have spent down there." Doing something. Living.